Horsing around

I went to play the HORSE tournament at Green Valley Ranch last night. I didn’t even make it to the first break, limit or not, 2000 chips are no match for my chasing capabilities. The one time I decided to lay down a hand, I would have won. So I continue my strategy of chasing. Just kidding, it wasn’t that bad, but I did chase a straight and a flush in Stud that failed me, and I gave away almost all my chips on that one.

So, I was out. Richard was playing a couple of tables away and looked quite content with a bunch of chips in front of him, so I do what any good wife would do – I told him that I’ll stay and play a little longer – not because I WANTED to, but just because I know he wanted to play longer. He pretended not to notice my fakeness and suggested that I tried the 3/6 HORSE game that just started.

I began my mission of folding, I still got caught up in a couple of pretty fatal draws, but I learn!!! I’ll get there. One day I’ll be able to fold my Omaha draws! I actually didn’t do too badly; I was up $68 when I cashed out.

But here’s the story that probably proved my inexperience at this game. First I am the first to admit that I totally suck at Stud and Omaha (but evidently that’s not holding me back). Big problem for me is to remember what four cards I’m holding, I mean, even in Hold’em I forget sometimes, how de heck am I supposed to remember the Omaha ones.

So, on this one hand, in the Omaha H/L round, I’m under the gun and I looked down at Ace, Ace, random very low card, random very high card, double suited (that’s how I tried to memorize it at the time). That felt good and of course I raised. Two people called, and the flop came down KKK. I’m very happy and a little scared, cause from what I‘ve learned so far about Omaha, is that if there’s a card out there that can beat me, somebody has it. At this point, I’m pretty happy with my Kings full, and I bet – I figured I’ll find out soon enough who has the King.
Alas, everyone folded, and I proudly showed them my Aces, everyone nodded and say ‘good hand’ (like us poker players do even if we never mean it) and when pushing my cards to the dealer, I accidentally flipped over my other ‘random high card’.

It was a King.

And I proved to everyone right there that I really was a novice at this HORSE thing.